Clean up in the shower

When you regain your composure, you both head for the upstairs bathroom, after Rod removes his leather boots and leaves them out to dry. It's a large, luxurious, marble affair, with one wall consisting of a glass window leading to a balcony overlooking the sea and your own outside tropic beach, now basking in the glow of a sunset, coloring the landscape in tints of orange, yellow and the purple of dusk. In the middle of the room stands a large, see-through glass cubicle, big enough to fit a king size bed inside. You and Rod slide the door open and step inside. As Rod closes the door, a shower of warm water starts raining down on you through small perforations dotting the entire ceiling area inside the cubicle. A scent of lavender, jasmin and oriental spices fills the air, the light inside the bathroom dims and changes to a red hue. The haze of condensated water on the cubicle walls transforms the panoramic vista of the bay area into an impression of melting colors.

Rod places some liquid soap on his palms, adding the smell of citrus and verbena to the heady mix. He starts soaping himself up. The water does not wash away the soap, but instead makes it foam on his skin, as he proceeds to massage the soap over your body, rubbing his figure against you and fondling your cock and balls. His cock feels like hot wet rubber against your thighs, hanging half-soft in an arch, but already engorged with blood. Again he is licking you from head to toe, tasting your flesh. You decide to take it to the next level: "Swallow me."

He opens his mouth wide and envelops you head. Het lifts your body upside down, and proceeds to push you through his esophagus, his cock stiffening and oozing precum all the while, until you're inside his stomach, strangely perfectly able to breath. Somehow you pass through his intestines, and you feel Rod's body is squatting, preparing to birth you. His sphincter is pulsating, pushing you out head first, slipping out your body, and Rod starts orgasming, jettisoning spunk against the glass walls with deep thuds like a wet towel thrown against a door. Your quick enough to place your head at his ass crack, and start rimming him, making him moan even more.

He places his hand round your throat, pulls you through his legs, lifts you up, and slams you against a cubicle wall. Your hands are above your head, your legs spread like you're about to be frisked, and your stiff cock is jammed against the cold glass. Rods cock is still hard. He murmurs in your ear: "More."

"Yes. Now shut up and fuck me", you say. With that he lines up his dick and pushes it into your anus. Slowly he gets it in to the hilt, he pulls out a bit and in one movement pushes it back in fully. Soon your rocking back and forth ramming his cock in and out of you, while gives you love bites in your neck, still firmly lodged in his hand. You feel him coming close and you impale yourself fully on his cock and let him empty his balls into you. Rod simultaneously howls loudly as you cum against the glass. Panting you look out the window, as your lover starts cleaning you both again as the shower continues to pour down on you.